Wednesday, February 10, 2016

A Tribute To A Black Cat

As you may know if you follow this blog, my old cat, Snoozey, has been failing for some time but he continued eating and purring, so I considered him OK. Eventually he quit purring but still ate with gusto. Then one evening, he wouldn't eat and seemed confused. I thought he was dying and said goodbye to him before I went to bed, but he was still alive the next morning. I had hope, but he wouldn't eat and had lost all control of his bowels. I had to take him to the vet and have him put to sleep. I found some unfrozen ground beneath the stored hay bales and buried him there. Then I began looking for old photos of my Snoozey:

I adopted Snoozey in 2004, an adult cat with a hernia. He required two hernia operations:

I was volunteering at the local shelter at the time and was fostering lots of animals, both dogs and cats. Here is Snoozey with one kitten, Bramble, who stayed with me - and is still here:

Snoozey loved to show off and had a fondness for sinks:

And a fondness for snoozing on soft places (thus the name, I'm sure, though he was named when I got him):

Snoozey was always a floor cat and not much of a climber, though he loved this spot at the top of the stairs. Perhaps it helped him to feel as if he was up in a tree - but with a much easier climb up the carpeted stairs:

He had a thick, shiny coat which he gradually lost in old age. I had forgotten how beautiful he used to be until I found these old photos:

This spot was only about a foot off the floor, about as high as Snoozey wanted to be:

Again, only about a foot off the floor. That was enough for Snoozey:

Snoozey was a pudgy little elf, a totally unique cat and a friend to Clover when she was a puppy. In fact, Snoozey was a friend to everyone:

And he was always affectionate:

Snoozey on the rug, displaying his glistening coat and sparkling eyes:

He used to like to curl up in small baskets, as if he wanted to be an "Easter Kitty." I'm sure glad I looked up these old photos to remind me of his vibrant, former days and to create this blog post to honor him. Good bye Snoozey, my old friend:

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Garvin Road, Brushton New York - Part 2

I was touring Garvin Road in the town of Moira, just north of the village of Brushton, New York (see also Part 2, posted yesterday). I passed by this traditional farm house and barn. Everything looked cold:

A very large barn and silo, but it appeared as if they were no longer used:

A herd of beef cattle, Herefords and Angus:

A big, ultra modern farm:

And a lovely wooden barn with sheep:

As I neared the highway, I saw this corn crib, all filled for the winter and with wrapped hay bales behind it:

A giant old barn and silos:

Across the road, a prosperous looking farm:

I'd come to the end of Garvin Road and turned onto the highway towards home. But just before I put my camera away, I snapped a photo of this handsome barn and silos:

Monday, February 8, 2016

Garvin Road, Brushton New York - Part 1

My driving tour of County Routes 7 and 8 was not panning out, so I turned onto Garvin Road to return me to the main highway and go home. But I quickly realized that Garvin Road was rural and scenic, just right for photos:

There were snowy fields, littered with farm equipment:

A sugar house, all ready for springtime with a big pile of firewood:

A beautiful, New England style farm house and barn, surrounded by big old Sugar Maples:

A collection of barns, silos and grain bins:

This farm had lots of the "dog houses" in which calves are often raised, but they were empty. In fact, I saw no livestock at all:

A very large, classic barn - but there were lots of places where the cold winds were blowing through it:

Silo, barn, tractor and modern garage:

A traditional farm house and barn. They won't be needing that lawn tractor for another few months yet:

Most of the landscape was flat, open fields, covered with snow and buffeted by the wind. Garvin Road was rather short, but there was a lot to see and photograph. I'll post Part 2 tomorrow: